Butterfly Visits

Hippie Mom

Wearing your baby in a rucksack carry across your back...

Cloth diapers hanging on the clothesline...

Little boy sporting his babylegs...

An amber necklace around his neck...

A year ago...

I would have pointed out...

The "Hippie Mom"...

And yet today...

That hippie mom...

Is me...

Goodbye Disposables...Hello Cloth

Yay!

The day has come

Finally - at 9 pounds

Riley is ready for his cloth diapers

I have been patiently awaiting

Listening to others rave about their CD's

Funny how

I have yet to try them

And yet

Already think I have my favorites

What an exciting week

A different brand a day

Rumparooz

Bum Genius

AMP's

Grovias

The bright colours

The cute designs

The softness

All fueling on an obsession

An obsession

With something

I have yet

To try....

Stay tuned...

First Fishing Trip

I am not a fisher

I have never held a fishing rod

Never seen a freshly caught fish

Never thought I would sit by the water

Surrounded by bluestem grass

Mosquitoes swirling around my head

Never thought I would be waiting

A jar of worms by my side

For that moment

Movement from the end of the rod

And yet

There I was

Four little boys at my side

Eyes wide as saucers

Smiles on their face

Our first fishing trip

Butterfly Visits

Ever so patiently...

I have been waiting...

Ever since the last snow flake melted away...

I have been waiting...

Ever since the cold air turned warm...

The flowers first bloomed...

The smell of spring filled the air...

I have been waiting...

Waiting for that moment...

Waiting for your visit...

And then...

Suddenly...

You appeared...

Fluttering so close...

I could almost feel your arms around me...

Watching in amazement...

Playing with your brothers...

So beautiful...

So free...

As if you were smiling...

As if you were dancing...

The feeling of peace and calm...

Immediately upon me...

Tears in my eyes...

Your Daddy held my hand...

And we smiled...

Our butterflies came to visit...